Lotus

here comes another brilliant spring

matchbox stalks peer sensibly from the wonder green

this year I will tread silent underfoot

in two steps opposed to four

the dew of crying blades align the comfort of this trail

and then a windy melody of clapping smooth young dangling leaves

above in a cloudless warmth of golden liquid sunrays

though

a new spring grows near

the reserved lotus blossom presses forth

painted

for this little flower has stolen a glimpse from my shallow walk

Reviews

[Glen Yumang Manese]

I like the ending...mostly in this one...gives the whole nature of the write...and the last lines wrap this one:

a new spring grows near
the reserved lotus blossom presses forth
painted

for this little flower has stolen a glimpse from my shallow walk